Sunday, December 25, 2016
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Book Tour and Giveaway: Nine of Stars A Wildlands Novel by Laura Bickle
Nine of Stars
A Wildlands Novel
Laura
Bickle
On Sale Date:
December 27, 2016
ISBN: 9780062437662
Genre: Contemporary
Fantasy
Publisher: Harper
Voyager
About the
Book:
Following on the
heels of her critically acclaimed prequel novels Dark Alchemy and Mercury
Retrograde comes the first installment in Laura Bickle’s dark contemporary
fantasy series, Nine of Stars, a Wildlands Novel
Winter has always
been a deadly season in Temperance, but this time, there’s more to fear than
just the cold…
As the daughter of an
alchemist, Petra Dee has faced all manner of occult horrors—especially since her
arrival in the small town of Temperance, Wyoming. But she can’t explain the
creature now stalking the backcountry of Yellowstone, butchering wolves and
leaving only their skins behind in the snow. Rumors surface of the return of
Skinflint Jack, a nineteenth-century wraith that kills in fulfillment of an
ancient bargain.
The new sheriff in
town, Owen Rutherford, isn’t helping matters. He’s a dangerously haunted man on
the trail of both an unsolved case and a fresh kill—a bizarre murder leading him
right to Petra’s partner Gabriel. And while Gabe once had little to fear from
the mortal world, he’s all too human now. This time, when violence hits close to
home, there are no magical solutions.
It’s up to Petra and
her coyote sidekick Sig to get ahead of both Owen and the unnatural being
hunting them all—before the trail turns deathly cold.
Excerpt:
The surface of the water churned. At first Gabe thought it
was the wind, swirling around loose chunks of slush. But bubbles seethed from
the interior, pushing through the gold algae.
He reached for his rifle and pressed it to his shoulder.
He aimed it at the water, sighting down to see a black mass rushing upward,
breaking the surface in a hail of spattered slush. Crowned in antlers, the
creature glittered with ice, launching itself up into the daylight like a whale
breaching the surface of the ocean.
Instinctively, Gabe blew out his breath and pulled the
trigger. He fired once, twice, intending to put the creature back down in the
water. His rifle jolted his shoulder with each shot, and he knew he’d hit the
creature dead in its center of mass.
But the shadow leapt up onto the bank, dripping,
crouching. It was the shape of a man, with antlers crowning its head. It looked
upon Gabe through the skull of a stag, pale and ferocious . . .
and it stood up. In one hand, it gripped the golden coin Gabe had cast into the
water. A fistful of bone-pale knives dripped from the other.
Gabe ratcheted back the slide on his rifle and fired
again. The creature didn’t flinch. It was as if the soaking pelts of its cloak
simply sucked them in.
Petra was shooting at it, too, with no better results. She
was shouting at Sig to get behind her.
Gabe kept firing, backing away to the snowmobiles. He had
known that Skinflint Jack was a fearsome creature, but he suspected that Jack
could be hurt. He’d guessed wrong.
Jack lowered his head and made a run at Gabe. Gabe dove
away, but not before the darkness of Jack’s cloak slapped him in the side of
the face. It was like being slapped by the abyss—cold, stunning hell. An antler
caught Gabe in the shoulder and he tumbled, ass over teakettle, into a
snowdrift.
He rolled over in the snow, the shadow looming over him.
“Hey, you! Cthulhu wannabe! Look what I got.”
Jack turned. Petra was holding two glittering gold coins
in her hand. She made sure that he’d seen her. He took two steps away from
Gabe, toward her . . .
. . . and she pitched the coins as far as she
could, into the snowy waste. The pair of them shone like falling stars on the
way down.
Jack paused, seeming torn.
But he growled and scuttled after the coins.
Gabe climbed onto his snowmobile and cranked the engine.
Petra and Sig had already climbed aboard theirs and gotten the engine going. He
followed Petra to a hasty retreat up the valley. Behind him, he watched the
dark figure in the snowfield sifting through the snow with his hands.
That had been a disaster.
But they sure as hell had managed to get Skinflint Jack’s
attention, for good or ill.
About the
Author:
Laura Bickle grew up
in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite
Wonder Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology-Criminology from
Ohio State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of
Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked
with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the
monsters under the stairs. Her work has been included in the ALA’s Amelia
Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read
Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.
More information
about Laura’s work can be found at www.laurabickle.com
Monday, December 19, 2016
Book Tour, Interview, and Giveaway: Pocket full of Tinder by Jill Archer
Pocket Full of
Tinder
Noon Onyx
#4
Jill
Archer
Genre:
Fantasy
Publisher: Black
Willow, LLC
Date of Publication:
December 15, 2016
ISBN (ebook) –
978-0-9979138-0-4
ISBN (print) –
978-0-9979138-1-1
ASIN: B01MEGPUA4
Word Count:
90,000
Cover Artist: Rebecca Frank
Book
Description:
Noon Onyx is back! In
this long-awaited fourth installment, Jill Archer returns readers to the
dangerous world of Halja, where demons, angels, and humans coexist in an uneasy
state of détente.
Maegester-in-Training
Noon Onyx feels like she’s done it all – mastered fiery magic, become an adept
fighter, learned the law, killed countless demons, and survived having her heart
broken by both love and an arrow, but now she’ll face her greatest challenge
yet…
Far to the north lies
an outpost famous for its unrest – Rockthorn Gorge. The town’s patron has
specifically requested Noon’s help. Her assignment? Help the neophyte demon lord
build his fiefdom and keep what’s his. The problem? Lord Aristos – Noon’s new
employer – is her erstwhile lover, Ari Carmine, the aforementioned heartbreaker.
And the number one thing he wants is her.
When Rockthorn
Gorge’s viaduct is destroyed by Displodo, an enigmatic bomber, killing a dozen
settlers and wounding scores more, Noon sets off early to aid in the search and
rescue. Ari is listed among the missing and the suspects are legion. But Noon’s
search is just the beginning. Her journey forces Noon to confront not only those
she loves, but also enemies hell-bent on destroying
them.
Pre-Order
Links:
Book will also be
available on Nook and CreateSpace on or about the release
date.
7 Icy Winter Movies
As I write this winter
storm Decima is moving across the U.S. It’s supposed to be sleet or freezing
rain by the time it reaches Maryland – ugh. Since we have yet to see snow this
season, I put together an icy winter movie list. In no particular order:
The Shining : on every winter movie list out there. How can it not be when the movie ends with Jack Nicholson frozen in carbonite snow?
The Cutting Edge : Ice Skating. Romance. Toe picks. You either love it or you
don’t. Video clips
here .
(“Pairs means two.”)
Under the Greenwood Tree : Starts with old fashioned fun – Dick Dewy singing a
Christmas carol to Fancy Day. I’ve never read Thomas Hardy’s source novel. Has
anyone else? Is the movie a fair adaptation?
Hanna :
Saoirse Ronan as a fifteen year-old assassin. The movie opens in snowy northern
Finland with her hunting a reindeer.
Snowpiercer :
Graphic, bloody, brutal… and oddly compelling. Maybe because it’s just so damn
weird. The whole thing takes place on a giant, super train filled with the last
of humanity. Outside a snow storm rages.
Empire Strikes Back : Every time I shut my garage door in the winter, I imagine Luke
in the wampa cave.
Thank you to Book Crazy Scrapbook Mama for hosting me today!
Wishing everyone a warm holiday season!
Excerpt
POCKET FULL OF TINDER
Noon Onyx #4
The claw-and-ball had been chewed clean off. It lay on a
patch of sunny parquet floor, just to the right of an antique, aubergine wool
rug now covered with the splintered remnants of an eleventh century pedestal
table and one very large, ghastly looking, somewhat repentant barghest.
Nova’s head rested on her front paws as her gaze shifted
warily from me to Miss Bister, Megiddo’s dormater, or house mother.
“Megiddo’s lobby is not a kennel, Miss Onyx. That”—she
motioned dismissively toward Nova—“beast can no longer be housed here.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but Miss Bister continued
speaking, her tone rising only infinitesimally, her back as stiff as Luck’s
lance must have been, and her expression just as hard. She pointed toward the
previously priceless, three-footed piece of furniture that was now a worthless,
two-footed pile of kindling.
“No amount of money – or magic – can fix that, Nouiomo. It’s
beyond repair. I warned you. I made an exception to my ‘no pets’ rule because
you never cause trouble. You never forget your key; you promptly pick up your
deliveries; you change your own light bulbs; you double bag your trash. You
leave nothing behind in the bathroom; you don’t monopolize the washing
machines; you are exceedingly polite to the lift operator; you don’t sing in
the shower.”
I suppressed a sigh. After a year and a half of painstaking
efforts, harrowing experiences, and endless hours of education, my worth had
just been measured by the fact that I could change a light bulb. I’d mastered
fiery magic, become an adept fighter, learned the law, killed countless demons
(one regrettably, the others much less so), freed myriad immortals from an
accursed, tortured bondage, and survived having my heart nearly destroyed by
both love and an arrow, yet none of that meant bupkis next to the fact that I
double bagged my trash. And yet…
I couldn’t really argue with Miss Bister either. Everything
she’d said was true. And who was I to tell her what she should deem important?
I respected that she valued domestic order and antiques. I did too, if not
nearly as much as I valued the thing that now threatened our continued access
to such. I glared at Nova, who swept one paw over her eyes as if she could hide
from me and the evidence of what she’d done.
Barghests are giant hellhounds. They’re bigger than bears,
fiercer than rabid raccoons, and uglier than naked mole rats. Their teeth are
the size of railroad spikes, their claws as sharp as a sickle, their breath as
foul as sewage gas. But they are also affectionate, brave, and loyal. What
barghests lack in magic, they make up for in devotion. And even though I was
plenty mad at Nova for chewing up Miss Bister’s table, I also knew it wasn’t
Nova’s fault.
It was mine – for thinking the lobby of a demon law school
dormitory would be a good place to keep her.
“Miss Bister, please,” I said. “I’m truly sorry. I know I
can’t replace that exact table. But if you would just allow me to—”
“No,” Miss Bister said simply. “Either the beast goes… Or
you do.”
I stared at the small, frail, magicless woman in front of
me, trying desperately to think of some way to fix this problem. Wasn’t there
something I could do, or say, or offer her that would make amends and convince
her not to kick us out?
But all I could think of was how useless some of the things
our society valued most were. As Miss Bister had pointed out, neither magic nor
money would help. If I was going to repair the table, I’d need to find another
way. Which would take time. And that meant I’d need to find somewhere else for
us to sleep tonight. Because if the beast was going… I was too.
“Yes, Miss Bister,” I said. “I understand.”
She narrowed her eyes, slightly suspicious of my now
gracious defeat since I’d just spent the last half-hour trying to persuade her
to accept various forms of reparation. But then she nodded, handed me a couple
of paper bin bags, and left.
I slid one bag inside the other and stooped down to pick up
the slobbery remains of Nova’s mangled chew toy. When I finished, she came over
to me and nudged my arm with her head. She let out a woofy whine.
Was she sorry? She darn well better be!
I gave her a scratch behind the ears.
“Now that you’ve sharpened your teeth on my former dormater’s
furniture, are you ready to eat some real food for breakfast?”
About the
Author:
Jill Archer writes
dark, genre-bending fantasy from rural Maryland. Her novels include Dark
Light of Day, Fiery Edge of Steel, White Heart of Justice, and
Pocket Full of Tinder. She loves cats, coffee, books, movies, day
tripping, and outdoor adventuring.
Website: http://www.jillarcher.com/
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bAzF7n
Twitter: https://twitter.com/archer_jill
Discussion Questions: http://jillarcherauthor.wordpress.com/book-clubs//
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Thursday, December 15, 2016
Review: MoonShadow by Thea Harrison
From bestselling author Thea Harrison comes the first in an explosive new trilogy set in the Elder Races world….
Her past is a blank, her future uncertain….
Her past is a blank, her future uncertain….
Recovering from a shooting, LAPD witch consultant Sophie Ross leaves her job and travels to the U.K. to search for answers about her childhood. When she encounters a Daoine Sidhe knight of the Dark Court, she becomes entangled in an ancient hatred between two arcane forces.
He has given his body and soul to fight for his people….
Barred from his homeland along with his surviving brother knights, Nikolas Sevigny is embroiled in a conflict that threatens everything he holds dear. Only by uniting his people’s resources can they hope to prevail against Isabeau, the deadly Queen of the Light Court. He will do anything and use anyone to return home to Lyonesse.
When Nikolas encounters Sophie, he sees a tool to be used. The insouciant witch might be the key to unlocking every passageway that has been barred to the knights of the Dark Court, even as a fascination for her takes root in what’s left of his soul.
Sophie has no intention of becoming anyone’s pawn, yet the fierce Nikolas is so compelling, she can’t deny the temptation that endangers her guarded heart.
As magic threatens Lyonesse, Queen Isabeau unleashes her merciless Hounds, and Nikolas and Sophie become embroiled in a race for survival. Meanwhile, the passion that ignites between them burns too hot to be denied and quickly turns into obsession.
Thank goodness they both know better than to fall in love…
OMG I loved this book and literally snickered my way through it. Sophie was hilarious. She kept telling Nikolas that he wasn't the boss of her. Sometimes nicely sometimes not. Even though Nikolas has lived a long time he wasn't as much of an autocratic ass as he could have been. Because Sophie actually tickled him at times lol.
This book was an action packed adrenaline rush from beginning to end. And the chemistry between Nikolas and Sophie was blistering from the start. I loved the rest of Nikolas's men and am hopeful that they all get their stories. Even though this is set in the same world as her Elder Race series this one can be read without any issues if you've not read those. But if you haven't why not? They are fantastic.
I was given this book by the author and I give it 5 stars. And you can but this one with the link below.
I was given this book by the author and I give it 5 stars. And you can but this one with the link below.
Book Blitz and Giveaway: Pocket Full of Tinder by Jill Archer
Jill Archer
(Noon Onyx #4)
Publication date: December 15th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Science Fiction
Noon Onyx is back! In this long-awaited fourth installment, Jill Archer returns readers to the dangerous world of Halja, where demons, angels, and humans coexist in an uneasy state of détente.
Maegester-in-Training Noon Onyx feels like she’s done it all – mastered fiery magic, become an adept fighter, learned the law, killed countless demons, and survived having her heart broken by both love and an arrow, but now she’ll face her greatest challenge yet…
Far to the north lies an outpost famous for its unrest – Rockthorn Gorge. The town’s patron has specifically requested Noon’s help. Her assignment? Help the neophyte demon lord build his fiefdom and keep what’s his. The problem? Lord Aristos – Noon’s new employer – is her erstwhile lover, Ari Carmine, the aforementioned heart breaker. And the number one thing he wants is her.
When Rockthorn Gorge’s viaduct is destroyed by Displodo, an enigmatic bomber, killing a dozen settlers and wounding scores more, Noon sets off early to aid in the search and rescue. Ari is listed among the missing and the suspects are legion. But Noon’s search is just the beginning. Her journey forces Noon to confront not only those she loves, but also enemies hell-bent on destroying them.
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EXCERPT:
PROLOGUE
Ari
Last yearSecond semester
He’d been traveling for weeks, following the river westward. A great aerial beast with a broken wing trying to follow the curving lines of a bigger, blacker beast on terra firma. Beneath him, the Lethe River twisted and writhed. Every left turn was agonizing. The wing, bent at an unnatural angle, caught wind where it shouldn’t. The drag was enormous. He often felt as if he were drowning, his wings clasping at the edges of a whirlpool whose edges grew taller and steeper as it closed in on him. And then he’d have to push, soaring up into the air again with labored breathing that sounded louder than a blue whale’s blowhole.
As he neared New Babylon he kept a keen eye on the water, searching for boats and sails and men. Men who may not have seen a drakon in decades, perhaps longer. Men who would sound an alarm and alert others to his presence. It was the type of homecoming he wished to avoid.
So he’d flown at night and timed his arrival with the new moon. All below was black and gray. Far off there were tall ships lit by lanterns, but closer (thank Luck closer) was his goal – Bradbury’s docks.
A man without fire or an electric torch would have been blind. But to a drakon, the world seemed drawn with charcoal and smudged with starlight. Another night, with a different wing and the company he sought, he might have thought it beautiful.
He smelled the river and the city, the scents of men and the rich food they liked to eat. Loud, boisterous voices rose from the waterside inns, saloons, and taverns. He clenched his jaw and banked left across the water toward Etincelle, straightening again – or at least trying to – before he got too close. With a last, desperate push up he rose above the Lethe, beating his inefficient wings against the midnight sky, until he found warm air to ride down, circling… waiting… watching for anyone who might still be at the docks. He did not want to be seen in drakon form.
He landed less gracefully than he would have liked, skidding to a halt just before hitting a crate that would have tumbled into the Lethe had he not finally found purchase on the dock with his claws. With a last glance around, he shifted.
Wings collapsed. Snout, jaws, and teeth were reabsorbed. Claws disintegrated, turning to dust. Tail wriggled and twisted, curling inward, like a snake eating itself. Lungs and heart halved. And then halved again. Head pounding, body shaking, Ari fell to his knees, his right palm pressed against the dock, his left arm cradled uselessly against his side.
He was home.
Author Bio:Jill Archer is the author of the Noon Onyx series, genre-bending fantasy novels about a postgrad
magic user and her off-campus adventures. The series includes DARK LIGHT OF DAY, FIERY EDGE OF STEEL, WHITE HEART OF JUSTICE, and the upcoming POCKET FULL OF TINDER.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Release Blitz and Giveaway: Bear for Christmas by Amy Lamont
Title: Bear for Christmas
A Kodiak Den Novel
Author: Amy Lamont
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 13, 2016
BLURB
Shy and introverted Ivy Quinn has psychic abilities she’s only beginning to understand. Sheltered by her father most of her life, she never questioned his use of her skills to further his business interests. But when she finally realizes exactly how he wants to exploit her abilities, she has no choice but to run.
Out from under her father’s thumb, Ivy’s self-confidence grows along with her psychic gifts. She uses them to stay one step ahead of everyone her father sends to hunt her—everyone except the sexy bear shifter who is relentless in his pursuit. But now that she knows the truth about her father’s plans, the last thing she wants to do is go home for the holidays. No matter how hot the werebear tracking her might be, she’s determined to evade him. Even if the rugged shifter is making her wish for something she can never have.
Bounty hunter Cole Jackson is a legendary predator, even among werebears. His talents make him the perfect choice to head up the bond enforcement division of Ursus Security Solutions. But when Ivy’s file lands on his desk, he takes one look at her and thinks Christmas just came early. She might just be the fugitive he wants to capture and keep for himself. Can Cole keep Ivy safe and help all her Christmas wishes come true?
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AUTHOR BIO
Amy Lamont writes contemporary and paranormal romance about quirky heroines and hunky heroes. Over the years she's had some jobs she loved (working as a program coordinator for a non-profit animal rescue), some jobs she liked (freelance writing), and some jobs she hated (her experience as a waitress has turned her into the excellent tipper she is today). But nothing gives her greater joy than writing romances that pack an emotional punch and come with a guaranteed happily ever after.
Amy lives in New York with her husband, twin daughters, and two rescue mutts. She loves chatting with readers.
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Sunday, December 11, 2016
#PNR and #UF Giveaway Party!
Welcome to the #PNR and #UF Giveaway Party!
Who’s ready for a giveaway you can get your hands on? A bunch of
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Excerpt from Foxblood: A Brush with the Moon by
Raquel Lyon
The funeral was a typically sombre affair, alive with soggy tissues and streaky make-up. I stood at the back, letting the vicar’s voice wash over me, and spent the whole time staring at the flower-laden coffin, wondering if the lid would suddenly flip up and a fanged monster would escape to reap its vengeance on the congregation.
Unsurprisingly, it didn’t happen, and as the mourners dispersed in the direction of the pub, I quietly snuck off home. I wasn’t in the mood for crowds and needed time to think, time to try to make sense of at least something, but as I turned to close the door, it was obstructed by a perfectly polished black shoe that belonged to…
“Sebastian?”
“Seb, please,” he said, easing his way through. “Only my father
calls me Sebastian.” He checked down the backstreet and closed the door
securely. His eyes scanned the flat. “Nice place.”
“I like it.”
“It doesn’t bother you? Living over a funeral parlour?” he
asked.
“Why would it? The neighbours are quiet.”
He didn’t laugh at my joke; neither did he comment. He simply
stood silently, staring. It was very unnerving and made my legs go all wobbly.
Perhaps if I turned away from him, he’d disappear again? It was worth a shot. I
forced my jelly legs over to the front window and stared out at nothing in
particular. The light was subdued, and the sky had darkened to an air force
grey. A low mist was beginning to carpet the distant fields, and I wondered if
snow had been forecast.
I knew my little experiment hadn’t worked. He was still there. I
could feel his presence and smell his scent, a musky, inviting aroma that
filled my senses and sent my head into a whirl, and it was getting
stronger.
“Your friends interrupted us the other day. Can we talk now?” he
whispered softly into my neck, and his fingertips traced a fiery trail down my
spine.
“What’s the point? There’s nothing to say. I wish you’d just
leave me alone,” I said, lowering my head in time to see Lara leaving the
newsagents. She glanced up with a look of fury contorting her face as
Sebastian’s hands reached around either side of me and grabbed the window
frame.
“I can’t do that. I’m not that strong,” he said.
I studied the arms now imprisoning me, with their perfectly
formed muscles straining against the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt, and
seriously doubted his statement. His stance was predatory and made me feel
uncomfortable. I ducked under his elbow to escape, but he caught me around the
waist and pulled me against him. Our bodies moulded together perfectly, and the
strength of his grip made me feel like a china doll that he’d be able to crush
in an instant. He was almost a full head taller than I was, and the warmth of
his breath caressed my forehead. How easy it would be to reach up and taste
those lips. I imagined the feel of them, and my own parted in an involuntary
invitation.
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Dragon’s Web by Lia Davis - excerpt
Cayden watched a single tear roll down her cheek. She wasn’t lying. Her story explained why she’d suddenly disappeared. However, Nyna believed that Kara left town with a guy she met on the Internet. It was most likely a story her uncle had fed her. “You’ve been held captive for the last year and a half?”
Kara nodded and glanced up at him. “I need to tell Nyna her uncle is not the nice, caring man she believes him to be.”
“Yet you can’t just show up and blurt that out. Nyna was crushed when you left…were kidnapped.” He silently cursed himself for revealing Nyna’s feelings to Kara. Yet he couldn’t lie to her. Not that he made a habit of being dishonest with anyone. It wasn’t his nature. However, Kara stirred an attraction that no one except Nyna had sparked in both the man and the dragon. It both confused and intrigued him. Pushing off the wall, he moved to stand in front of her. “Stand up.”
She reluctantly did as he commanded. He lifted her chin and locked gazes with her. The green in her eyes darkened slightly. “What are your intentions with Nyna?”
“I love her. She’s the only family I have, and thoughts of her are what kept me strong and alive for the last year and a half. I’ll fight you for her.” Her green eyes shone with unshed tears. Wild fear mixed with determination rolled off her.
So will I. He entertained the idea that he could include Kara in the web. It was tricky, but it had been done. His magic was strong. He could build a big enough web to bind the three of them together. However, he had to be sure Kara’s intentions were true to her heart. His curse could only be broken if the love within the union was strong and pure. In other words, he couldn’t cast a love spell. No, the only spell he was allowed to cast over his chosen female, or females in this case, was the dragon’s web; the enchantment to start the bonding that could hopefully break his curse.
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Friday, December 9, 2016
Book Tour and Giveaway: Bounty Huntress Sleepy Hollow Hunter by Sheri Queen
Bounty Huntress
Sleepy Hollow Hunter
Book One
A Hotel Paranormal
Story
Sheri
Queen
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
Publisher: Wilda
Press
Date of Publication:
November 9, 2016
ISBN: ISBN-13:
978-0692803370
ISBN-10: 0692803378
ASIN:
B01M226DL7
Number of pages:
163
Word Count:
40,422
Cover Artist: Kelley
York, X-Potion Designs
Book Description:
Janda Gray’s a
Lykoi—part werecat, part wolf—shunned by both sides of her
lineage.
She yearns for the
day when she can escape the disdainful glances and leave her home on the
outskirts of Sleepy Hollow, NY. When she lands a lucrative bounty hunter
contract, she thinks her life is finally turning around. All she has to do is
lure her werecat target from the safety of the Hotel
Paranormal.
Then she meets a
werepanther. Her life will never be the same.
Alexander Holden,
second-in-command of a powerful werecat clan, is accused of murdering the woman
he was to marry. He must find the real killer to clear his name or spend the
rest of his supernaturally long life on the run.
Complications arise
after Janda falls for the man she’s supposed to be
capturing.
Now she must decide
if following her heart is worth risking everything, including the love they’ve
found in each other’s embrace.
Love is about making
sacrifices. Saving him is all that matters.
Bounty Huntress is
the introduction to the Sleepy Hollow Hunter series, as well as a Hotel
Paranormal story.
The Hotel
Paranormal is THE place for supernatural beings looking to get away from it all.
Beings like werewolves, vampires, elves, sprites, djinn and more check in from
all over the world for business and for pleasure—and sometimes for
both.
Short Excerpt:
Half a block stood between me and my future happiness, but
it might as well have been a mile for all the good it would do me. From the
alley to the bar there was no cover, no shadows to absorb my presence. I’d
scoured the surrounding area for another entry point to no avail. Barred
windows and a padlocked backdoor thwarted me. I had one shot at getting inside
before anyone could stop me, and that meant waiting until the barkeep kicked
the last of his patrons out at closing time. While they were busy getting on
their bikes, I’d make a mad dash to the front door. I was grateful the street
was deserted at this hour, but it was almost too quiet. One stupid move on my
part could mean disaster.
I calculated the distance from where I stood, hidden in the
alley, to the bar’s entrance and figured I’d probably be fast enough to make it
as long as the wolves were so drunk they wouldn’t notice me until it was too
late. It was a long shot, but the only one I had. Wolves were quick, even
inebriated ones. Their metabolism burned off alcohol within minutes of downing
it, which meant my window of opportunity was about the size of a mouse hole. In
my Lykoi state I was faster than a wolf—I’d honed that particular skill long
ago with all the times I’d been chased—but I couldn’t go Lykoi. Paws didn’t
lend themselves to turning doorknobs, so I’d have to do this the hard way.
Nothing new there.
I leaned against the brick wall and let the cool autumn air
soothe my restless body. My calf muscles twitched, and my stomach rumbled. It
was tempting to give in to the urge to transform and run through the woods I’d
passed on the way into town. Maybe even hunt a bit of rabbit. I let out a slow
breath and resisted my primal desires.
I counted four bikes outside the bar. Mutther’s might be a
neutral, no-colors establishment, but I still had to get past the owners of
those bikes. Four big-ass obstacles between me and the portal to the Hotel Paranormal.
I knew portals existed in most major cities—definitely in Manhattan—but, of
course, my only way into the hotel would be through a wolf biker bar. My luck
ranged from bad to stinking bad. I was long overdue for a bit of good luck, but
I didn’t look for that to happen tonight. My usual mode of blending into the
background to avoid attracting attention wasn’t going to work here. There were
no crowds to lose myself in, and the glaring neon sign covering three quarters
of the bar’s facade was a beacon spreading a swath of red across the sidewalk.
Anyone wishing to enter the bar would be doused in light. This had to be the
hotel’s idea of a joke—or a test.
About the
Author:
Sheri Queen received
her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She grew up in
the Hudson Valley region of New York—an area she loves to depict as a backdrop
for her stories—and enjoys traveling to new places where she is constantly
discovering inspirations for her writing. In particular, she loves visiting old
graveyards.
Website: www.sheriqueen.com
Twitter:
@SWQueenFlemming
Amazon author: https://www.amazon.com/Sheri-Queen/e/B01MEDJ1UP/
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